Heading back to Melbourne from #NZFW, it appears life isn't about to slow down anytime soon. Getting back into routine as soon as possible (especially after travel) is pertinent. Here's how I'm doing it.
At a time like this — on my way back to NZ for Fashion Week — I find myself particularly proud to be the person I am. Not because I’ll probably wear some cool clothes and take some cool photos and speak to some cool people. But because I’ve welcomed this scale of adventure into my life again.
CURRENTLY LOVING has officially re-launched! This time, we're skipping the small talk and going straight to the gritty stuff. We're meeting with the elephant in the room: she wants to talk about your niche.
Lately, I've been inclined to re-think my mindset around productivity and the glorified "hustle": it turns out all work and no sleep isn't all it's set out to be.
You’ll notice that this post is not titled “5 things I do to combat stress” — and quite purposely so. It's a work in progress -- the whole "dealing with stress" and "not pushing people away" thing. Why not join me in the endeavour this Winter?
And with an off-duty look, I’m doing exactly that: signing out from Sydney and MBFW. The end of Fashion Week is always bittersweet. This is an ode to all those who made it what it was; to the glamour, to the lights. And also, to the track pants, the boyfriend and the routine that awaits at home.
As of Thursday last week, Sydney welcomed its first custom design hotel. For the duration of MBFW, I have been fortunate enough to trial it. Spoiler alert: it's like no hotel experience I've had before.
2 months ago, I moved to Melbourne. And 2 months ago, I experienced my first feeling of home. Since then, I've experienced the good and the bad of finding home in a new city. Here's the reality of things; some would say, an expansion on the Instagram highlights.
Because there's no reason we should be living a lesser life. Remove the term "idealistic" from your vocabulary and doors will open. Here's 5 ways to live the life you've imagined NOW.
I’ve found a note on my phone of which I recall writing on one of the first days of January, 2017. I say ‘one of’ as it was likely not the very first: I’m notorious for both forgetting and avoiding these type things (growth and the universal expectation that we set yearly deadlines on it). I struggle to discern a cheese scone from a cheese-and-bacon pinwheel at the best of times (and such has pertinence being vegetarian). Trying to discern my larger goals from the cloudy sky in which they reside presents itself as an almost equally stressful task.…